Daddy's Discipline (Grapik Art) Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  8/21/2002

Every time I buy a film by Tom “Ropes” McGurk I kick myself. When will I ever learn? Sure they sound good, but they are always colossal disappointments.

For one thing it is apparently against the law in this country to have or depict sex with someone who is bound. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. (So much for the separation of church and state in this republic of ours.) Whatever the case, no one is ever fucked in one of these films. But, what is awful is that no one is ever shown sucking a cock in these films either. They apparently are sucking cock, but the camera never shows us. In all likelihood that is as fake as everything else in these films. They always feature a silly stringy little whip that could hurt a fly and they swat the captive ever so gently with it. It is similar to the old slapstick of burlesque comedy in that it makes a noise but doesn’t hurt.

Daddy’s Discipline follows the unvaried pattern of these films. We always start with a youth bound or in a cage as the credits run over him twisting and moaning. Daddy’s Discipline starts with young Brandon bound on a cement floor twisting and moaning. Jason Branch enters and tells him he’s been bad. These dialogues, or rather monologues, punctuated on by “Yes, Master” “Yes, Sir” or in this case “Yes, Daddy” are always phony as Hell and tedious in the extreme. This one was particularly annoying in that in the space of 12 minutes Jason Branch said “That’s right” 642 times.

Finally we get on to Jason shaving Brandon’s ass. This is done slowly and laboriously in real time. Then we have a bit of fake fucking and fake cocksucking before Jason starts to remove Brandon’s pubic hair. For shaving freaks (and I admit, I am one) this should be the highpoint of the film. But the camera is always in a bad position so that we never see the clippers removing the hair except in glimpses. Nor do we see the razor applied to the area to shave it clean! I mean, after all that laborious ass shaving why are we deprived of this? Instead we jump to Brandon standing in a leather harness with the job all done. Pubes smooth as a baby’s, but we didn’t see it get that way.

Jason now jacks Brandon off who shoots a nice load. Jason then jacks himself off if you can call a few dribbles a cum load.

Then we have Jason affixing a few clothespins to Brandon and turning him upside down. Big deal.

Jason, horny devil that he is, stays rock hard through the film. But Brandon doesn’t. And I didn’t. And you won’t either unless you’ve been stranded in the Artic for six months.
We end, as these films always end, with the boy (in this case the shaven Brandon) lying on the floor twisting and moaning as the credits run over him again.

This is not leather, but suede. S & M for the squeamish. Faker than TV wrestling.
And if you can’t fuck someone who is bound, for goodness sake untie him and then fuck him. Or zip down to Mexico or up to Canada and make your film there. What it boils down to is this: If you really want to watch S & M, buy a foreign film. Now those Germans, they really know how to do it.